So I’ve been getting quite a few questions about where I spent my Mothers Day weekend…with my sweet Mama, of course.
I spent it here, a sprawling farmhouse in Somervell county. It was extremely difficult but somebody had to do it. For you, my sweet blogging friends, I was willing to subject myself to new terrain in the name of investigative purposes. No need to thank me. I was happy to make the sacrifice. Wine helped.
Kay, the owner, kept us fed, comfortable and happy. Deb Singer-Hayter, our hostess with the mostest, put together group projects and gave demos on hand quilting and swirling seam intersections so they lay flat. There’s a technical term for that, but my brains are fried.
The grounds are beautiful, relaxing and full of animals. Four-legged kinds. Not a kid or husband in sight.
This is Fatsy Cline looking fit and trim.
It’s a wine cup…and feet desperately in need of a pedi.
We met so many new friends. There were even two Stephan(n)ies. Are y’all scared yet?!?
Me and my awesome Mama.
Here’s hoping I’m back there come October.